1SING forth, O Kanvas, to your band of Maruts unassailable, Sporting, resplendent on their car

2They who, self−luminous, were born together, with the spotted deer, Spears, swords, and glittering ornaments.

3One hears, as though 'twere close at hand, the cracking of the whips they hold They gather glory on their way.

4Now sing ye forth the God−given hymn to your exultant Marut host, The fiercely−vigorous, the strong.

5Praise ye the Bull among the cows; for 'tis the Maruts' sportive band: It strengthened as it drank the rain.

6Who is your mightiest, Heroes, when, O shakers of the earth and heaven, Ye shake them like a garment's hem?

7At your approach man holds him down before the fury of your wrath: The rugged−jointed mountain yields.

8They at whose racings forth the earth, like an age−weakened lord of men, Trembles in terror on their ways.

9Strong is their birth: vigour have they to issue from their Mother; strength, Yea, even twice enough, is theirs.

10And these, the Sons, the Singers, in their racings have enlarged the bounds, So that the kine must walk knee−deep.

11Before them, on the ways they go, they drop this offspring of the cloud, Long, broad, and inexhaustible.

12O Maruts, as your strength is great, so have ye cast men down on earth, So have ye made the mountains fall.

13The while the Maruts pass along, they talk together on the way: Doth any hear them as they speak?

14Come quick with swift steeds, for ye have worshippers among Kanva's sons May you rejoice among them well.

15All is prepared for your delight. We are their servants evermore, To live as long as life may last.